Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame. The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy. The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth. Blurring lines. Creating hostility. And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore. Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans. Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious. And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader. Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon? Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection? As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future? What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them? Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored? What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow? Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon

Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame.

The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy.

The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth.

Blurring lines. Creating hostility.

And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore.

Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans.

Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious.

And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader.

Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon?

Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection?

As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future?

What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them?

Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored?

What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow?

Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

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Submitted: October 06, 2016

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Ohh boy I know I should leave you…

But I wanna embrace you.

Domesticate you.

-The Weekend (You Belong to the World (YBTTW)

 

Erin and Glen and Ezekiel spent a few minutes urging Brandon back to bed as Ezkeiel helped him up off of the floor.

Cold juices dripped across Ezkeiels arms, and hot soup had been dashed across his pants, but Ezkeiel ignored these things as he helpd them calm Brandon and pull him back into the room.

 

Brandon was trebling all over.His skin was pale and his flesh was hot to the touch, making Ezekiel instantly aware that he was suffering from his powers. He was buring up in a fever sickness.

 

Ezekiel wondered if Brandon would slip back into one of his deathlike sleeps that would eventually lead to a fit of screaming and thrashing on the bed. And as Brandon collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes Ezekiel could only hope that his rest was peaceful.

Leaving Brnadon on the bed Ezkeiel helped his mother and cousin clean up the spilled food and juice…

 

Minutes after this Glen and Erin drilled Ezekiel for information about what had transpired during he Meeting with Jacob.

Ezkeiel outlined all that had tanspired in the meeting and once he finished Erin and Glen left him alone to continue to tend to Brandon and clean himself up.

Noticing that the sun was dipping down below the horizon outside Ezkeiel took a few moments to light a few candles, bathing the room in warm orange and yellow lights, then he retired to the shower with some fresh clothes from his room.

 

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After the shower Ezkeiel dressed in a fresh pair of loose jeans, but because his hair was still damp he decided to leave his shirt and socks in the bathroom as he took a quick moment to begin drying his har.

Rubbing a towl all over his head he paused for a moment and stepped up to the batroom doorway to glance out and check on Brandon.

Mostly expecting him to still be resting Ezkeiel was surprised to see that Brandon was very much awake. His face was shadowed as he laid in the candle light staring up at the ceiling silently.

His skin was still very pale, the cuts that had once marred his face were completely healed leaving behind small red welts on his left cheek that would soon fade away. His green eyes were hooded and even from where Ezkeiel was standing he could sense Brandons body fighting not to shiver nad shake from pain….and exhaustion and…hunger.

“Brandon is there anything I can do?” Ezkeiel called out quietly, dropping the towl across his shoulders as he looked across the room.

 

But instead of speaking brandon simply turned his head to the side and didn’t respond.

 

Brandon clenched his hands in the sheets so hard that the leather gloves he wore looked like they would burst from the pressure.

 He had his face hidden in the pillows and his short hair was frayed from his continuous tossing and turning.

 

Nearly an hour had passed since Ezkeiel had arrived but Brandon didn’t speak. Still his tense body was speaking for him. He was in pain.

 

Stepping further out of the bathroom Ezekiel made a swift decision. He tossed the towel that he was using to dry his hair across the coffee table and went to the bed.

 

When he got to Brandons side Ezekiel reached over, softly grasped his chin and turned Brandon’s face so that he could capture his eyes. They were clouded with things and burdens that Ezkeiel wanted to wipe away. And his body was trembeling on the bed.

 

“Brandon talk to me….” Ezekiel said as he looked at him and feathered his tumb across Brandons chin and jaw.

 

Ezekiel struggled to find the words to say to help ease his mind.

 

But when Brnadon stared up at him silently, then opened his mouth and asked one simple question, Ezekiel knew that he was only going to add to the load.

 

“Can you tell me happened at the meeting with Jacob?” Brandon softly inquired, his voice was dry, but strong.

Suddently wishing Brandon was still sleeping Ezkeiel sighed and told him what he wanted to know.

 

 “Jaocb laid down a few threats, but when we refused to give him what he wanted he made a few calls….Hovel has requested that we meet with him tomorrow. You father is coming to meet with us.” he slowly informed him watching Brandons face for signs of distress.

Impossibly watching more of the color drain out of his fare face and seeing Brandon’s gossamer green gaze go dead sent a jolt of intense hatred strait to Ezekiels heart. Releasing his face, Ezekiel climbed onto of the bed and reached out intending to embrace him.

 

But when Brandon sensed him draw close, he wordlessly closed his eyes, turned on his side and curled into himself so that Ezekiel was left looking at his back.

 

For a long time heavy silence sat between them like a million rocks between them.

 

Brandon’s denial was disturbing and his withdrawal made Ezekiel feel a sliver of pain, but beyond his own feelings he knew that Brandon was in a worse place.

 

So Ezekiel laid on his back staring up at the ceiling, with sleep evading him and his emotions clawing at him to do or say something. But….Ezekiel forced himself to wait for Brandon to come out of the small painful ball he had curled into.

 

Ezekiel knew that his words and his insistence would only make things harder so he curled his fists at his side and waited…and waited...

 

Finally and with a soft scream Brandon seemed to cover his face with his gloved hands and moan.

 

“Ezekiel I can’t let this happen…Hovel can’t come here!” Brandon cried. His voice thick with misery. A small pause of silence followed. Then he spok again.

 

“I need to leave Ezekiel...I should leave!” Brandon whispered, seeming to both demand and ask permission at the same time.

 

“No.” Ezekiel found himself hissing shortly in reply with a flare of disbelief and anger making him sound both irrational and terribly posessive.

 

But the irrational and possessive side of him had been stroked by the mere suggestion that Brandon would slip away from his side.

 

Ezkeiel had no real right to object….but the denial was nothing if not serious and harshly put down as if the word “No” could shackle Brandon and make him obey.

 

A beat passed. Brandon didn’t raise his voice or argue….but when he spoke again his voice was oddly breathless and intense. “And…What if I asked you to come with me?” he whispered. “Leave with me…”

 

Come with me…Leave with me…

 

Such simple words….and yet the powerful stirring that they created in Ezekiel were almost undeniable.

 

It’s not like Ezekiel hadn’t felt the crazy urge to simply sweep Brandon up and take him away from the danger that he was facing before…but to hear the offer from Brandon’s himself was a hundred times more compelling….and tragically humbling.

 

Because in moments Ezekiel understood the fallacy in such selfish, hasty, and possessive thoughts.

 

Yes, he could go with Brandon…and for a moment the world would fade away behind them…but what about when the world came crashing back in?

 

What would they do about the dangerous and mysterious power that Brandon held?

 

What would they do about the fact that an entire and powerful organization was chasing after Brandon for unknown reasons?

 

….What would Ezkeiels family think if the two of them dissapered suddenly…and possibly never returned?

 

And suddenly the weight of Ezekiels thoughts got swallowed up in the realization that he wasn’t the least bit bothered by Brandon’s request on a personal level.

 

A laugh bubbled up inside of Ezekiel that he was completely unable to silence or stop.

 

It was a pure combination of the idea that Brandon was attempting to kidnap him and the instant realization that Ezekiel wanted to be kidnapped that sort of tickled him.

 

“God!” Ezekiel barked, closed his eyes and chuckled.

 

“You don’t want to?” Brandon asked him suddenly across his shoulder.  Still curled in the covers and his face hidden from view….it was still impossible for Ezekiel to miss the painful tremble in his voice when he voiced that question.

 

Realizing that he had hurt Brandon with his response, the smile on Ezekiels face melted into oblivion and was replaced with an intense scowl.

 

“First of all…That’s not what I said!” Ezekiel started on a snarl…Then he stopped and sighed away the intense denial that tried to fly out of his mouth. He knew that unless he wanted to hurt Brandon more with careless declarations he had to clearly explain his feelings and thoughts in this moment.

 

 “Look let’s say that I would love to take you up on that offer. In fact I will take you up on that offer right now….If you can promise me that you have a plan to ensure your safety.

 

Brandon started to argue. “Ezekiel…” he said.

 

“Promise me that.” Ezekiel murmured over him silencing his words. A small touch of steel in his voice.  “Convince me that if we go running off into the unknown in the next ten minutes….that I will  be able to protect you tomorrow, next week or next year.” Ezkeiels insisted.

“Tell me that you have some kind of plan that will prevent us from looking over our shoulders at every turn. Tell me that running away from a place where you are surrounded by Guardians and Healers that would kill to protect you….is in some way a good idea.”

Ezekiel stopped and waited.

He waited with a heavy heart even though he knew he had made his point. Ezekiel knew that Brandon was strong willed and more prone to fight with him then to agree. But when Brandon’s sharp frustrated sigh filled the air Ezekiel knew that he had gotten through to him.

This was the only safe place for Brandon right now….there was no other option. Running was not the answer.

Still Brandon’s fists thumped into the bed as he sighed and strained to speak.

“I just…I don’t know what to do.” Brandon suddenly and softly confessed. “I want to make this all go away. I want to protect you and other people from this terrible power inside of me. I should leave!”

 

His painful words made Ezekiel put a hand in his hair and caress his crown and nape. Dirty blond locks as soft as feather down danced between Ezekiels fingers as he quietly tried to offer comfort. Intense warmth and Brandon’s spicy scent wafted into the air as Ezekiel plunged into his strait waves. The heat from his scalp was intensified by the fever and sickness boiling across his body.

 

He didn’t argue…Ezekiel knew that he had already made his point and that Brandon was simply repeating what he believe to be the solution to the powerlessness he was feeling.

 

In seconds Ezekiel sensed Brandon grow tense up at his touch. He was still so sensitive to it and scared of it.

 

Scared of this kind of simple intimacy with another person.

 

But there was an undeniable feeling swallowing Ezekiel up inside that made it impossible for him to stay away or retract his touch.

 

 Care. Pure and simple.

 

Care translated into his need to soothe…and claim Brandon.

 The urge was so real that it seemed too crackled around them like the faint stirrings of static cling left on a wool sweater. It was nearly a physical energy, dancing in the air, across Ezekiels skin.

 

Ezekiel felt filled up by it, but there was no release. Wordlessly Ezkeiel nugged himself closer and started embracing Brnaodn from behind simply intending to hold him.

 

Suddenly Brandon flinched away and whispered across his shoulder. “Please stop touching me….” He pleaded heavily. “I’m scared Ill hurt you.”

 

  Ezekiel breathed in his sharp scent and sad words, then Ezekiel wrapped an arm around Brandons chest and placed his forehead at the back of Brandon’s neck.

 

The touch of his skin to Ezekiels was even hotter…making Ezkeiel all the more aware of the fever Brandon must have been struggling though.

 

"You won’t. Brandon. I trust you." Ezekiel told him softly, as he pushed closer instead of pulling away. He didn’t want to force Brandon anymore then he already had, but he didn’t want them to continue in this fashion.

 

Brandon was living in fear of himself….when it was mostly a self-imposed feeling. Ezekiel did not fear Brandon or his power….and he didn’t want Brandon to think that he did or that his touch or presence was somehow a bad thing. 

 

Not really expecting an answer though,  Ezekiel was slightly surprised to feel Brandon shift around in his arms, he unfurled slightly from the ball he had tucked himself into, turned around on the mattress and adjusted himself so that he was looking Ezekiel in the face.

 

 His sea green eyes were sorrowful as Brandon finally broke the silence. Speaking so softly that Ezekiel could have missed his words

 

"You do?" Brandon questioned him in a breathless whisper that nearly made Ezekiels heart hurt.

 

"Yes." Ezekiel responded without hesitation still speaking softly as though if he had raised his voice Brandon would withdraw even more. "Of course I do. I trust you. With my well fare and I know that you would never do anything to hurt me or my family."

 

"Well then you’re an idiot!" Brandon barked at him his voice breaking on emotion, as he suddenly shoved Ezekiel back, crawled on top of him and screamed down at him as he pinned Ezekiel to the mattress.

 

 


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